Having been caught off guard by Harold's defiance and nonchalant behavior, Ewan froze in surprise when he heard that.
Having been caught off guard by Harold's defiance and nonchalant behavior, Ewan froze in surprise when he heard that.
Although he had already witnessed Harold mouthing off two days ago, Ewan didn't think he would go that far.
I'm the one with the upper hand here, so I should be the one delivering the cool lines! How dare he steal my role?
“That's too bad, then. You see, I love speaking to people while pointing guns at them. What are you going to do about it, huh? Oh, that's right! You can't do anything!”
Harold was about to say something when a cold voice rang out from behind the crowd. “Those who dared pull a gun on Harold like that have all died!”
Huh? Who could possibly be bold enough to say that at a time like this?
The crowd turned around curiously, only to gasp in shock when they saw who it was.
It was a young, handsome man with an exhausted look on his face.
That man was none other than Quintus, the leader of all underground forces in the world.
Ewan and the manager shuddered just from hearing his voice. They didn't even need to turn around to know who it was.
As Quintus slowly made his way over, Ewan jabbed a finger at Harold and said, “You came right on time, Mr. Langdon! This insolent punk had the audacity to tear up your precious paintings! I was just about to teach him a lesson!”
To his surprise, Quintus ignored him and moved the barrel of the gun away from Harold's head.
Right as everyone thought Quintus was about to kill Harold himself, Quintus turned around and pressed the gun against Ewan's forehead.
“W-What are you doing, Mr. Langdon? It was him who destroyed your paintings, not me!”
Ewan was so scared that his legs went weak, and his body was trembling all over.
Quintus was infamous in the criminal underworld for his terrifying brutality. That was how he managed to rule over all the underground organizations without anyone betraying him.
Instead of answering his question, Quintus simply lowered the gun and shot Ewan in the thigh.
“Ahhhh!” Ewan screamed at the top of his lungs in pain and agony.
Some of the women in the crowd shrieked in panic, “Murder! Murder!”
Ewan had fear and confusion written all over his face as he knelt on the ground and asked, “Why did you shoot me, Mr. Langdon?”
“I told you, those who dared pull a gun on Harold like that have all died. The only reason I didn't shoot you in the head is that I don't have the authority to do so!” Quintus replied coldly.
He then knelt before Harold and held the gun high above his head as he said apologetically, “I'm terribly sorry for not disciplining my subordinates well enough, Mr. Campbell. I can't believe they were bold enough to pull a gun on you. Please punish me as you see fit!”
Everyone's jaws dropped in shock when they heard what Quintus said, especially those from the Schmidt family and the men in black, who still had their guns pointed at Marilyn.
None of them could bring themselves to believe what they had just witnessed.
What? Quintus is the head of the entire world's underground forces, and yet, he's apologizing to Harold on his knees? On top of that, he called Harold “Mr. Campbell”! That means Harold wasn't lying when he claimed to be Mr. Campbell while he was at the Schmidt family's banquet the day before yesterday! Not only is he the one who brought order to the underground forces all over the world, but he's also the star of this banquet tonight!
Ewan and Sylvena were on the verge of having mental breakdowns as they slumped weakly to the floor.
Shouldn't the stars of the show make their appearance at the very last minute? Why would he show up before the banquet even starts? Why did he have to be the loser we used to look down upon? Oh, my goodness... We are so screwed!
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